Poetry competition CLOSED 5th June 2014 2:32am
WINNER
Indie (Miss Indie)
View Profile Poems by Indie
trophy
RUNNER-UP: Grace

Go to page:

Hate = Sex

poet
Imagining
Glynis
Fire of Insight
United States
8awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 270

Poetry Contest

Write a poem about your Hate-sexcapade
Have you had one? A secret illicit affair with the person you hate the most, but never told anyone.
Shush, I had one too.

I want a poem about your Hate-Sexcapade, was it good, bad, the best you ever had?
Did you throw up or did the devil make you do it

Oh! Do tell!
 

The rules
One entry, no collabs , any style/length poems

One Week! Have at it and have fun!!

poet
Indie
Miss Indie
Tyrant of Words
Australia
31awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 3rd Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2678

Sex and hate

Every girl loves a bad boy
and I loved to hate him
like a bad promise
just waiting to be broken
a promise that I broke
when I said I’d never fuck him

The night was alive with cigarette smoke
and cheap wine out of a cask
I smoked a bong and pretended
I didn’t notice him watching me

One drink, two drink, three drink, four
five drink, six drink, seven drink
and just one more

The walls found my hands
drunk and wanting
tied up with misogynistic
whispering fingers
that promised
promised
promised
a good time

He slid his darkness under my skin
took my cigarette stained fingers
and wrapped them around
his heroin cock

His mouth was wet
and hot, his tongue
taking up too much space
on the inside of my mouth
while his hands fought
the buttons on my jeans
and won

The bed crashed into my drug fucked limbs
the ceiling swirling above us in silent accusation
my self-respect as lost as my underwear
ripped apart on the cigarette-butt floor

He found me open
and slammed himself inside me
with all the finesse of a chemical romance
throwing up out the kitchen window
on a rainy day

Seconds turned into minutes
minutes into hours
and hours into days
amid the symphony of heaving breaths
skin slapping, scratching, scarring
while the ceiling stared down
in kaleidoscopic shadow hues
whispering,  I told you so, in my ear
privy to all my lies

Every girl loves a bad boy
and I loved to hate him
like a bad promise
just waiting to be broken
a promise that I broke
when I said I’d never fuck him
…again

poet Anonymous

Nice comp, G
Interesting for sure
More interesting than me though..lol
I got nothing! (For once)
Good to see you though and good luck with it all xx

poet
Rxqueen
Lost Thinker
United Kingdom
  profile   poems   message
Joined 5th May 2014
Forum Posts: 4



This put a huge grin on my face !! Good write

poet
jakehammer
Thought Provoker
United States
6awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 29th Aug 2013
Forum Posts: 110

I'm in.. up to my neck and with biting teeth! It's coming.. to bleed!

poet
Imagining
Glynis
Fire of Insight
United States
8awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 270

Oh Miss Indie! Thank you!  
 
Hey Miki! Perhaps next time, much love Sis!

Bring it Jakehammer!


Anybody else in the mood for a little Hate=Sex?

poet
berzerk
meme machine
Lost Thinker
United States
  profile   poems   message
Joined 18th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 12

this reminds me of troll romance in homestuck

poet
kittiewoe
Lilly
Twisted Dreamer
United Kingdom
1awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 30th June 2013
Forum Posts: 20


*my entry*

And my pretty little masachist was here
I wandered, calmly, through the door of my life,
And straight into his,
A worn oaken one, brass doornobs,
I stuggled to push,
He helped me opened it, and pushed me through,
Into the dark space,
Where he taught me to twist and turn and writhe and burn,
I'd long forgotten this lost art,
Mixing my blood with his,
Bathing in each others minds,
"What a nice day for a murder"
He sliced my skin open, cut open my mind,
My back arched and my eyes rolled,
He pushed on, not gently, not firm.... but frankly.
He'd forgotten that he wanted to show me,
Just knew he had to,
That he had to make me his,
That I had to understand,
I didn't belong to the Earth, or God or Allah..
His mind, his body,
My breasts, my thighs, my mind, my sex,
Was his,
And I gave it him, laid out in front of him,
Naked as birth,
Before he even asked.  



poet
Imagining
Glynis
Fire of Insight
United States
8awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 270

Oh nicely done kittiewoe !

Thank you for this entry!

poet
Grace
Idryad
Guardian of Shadows
108awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 13708

The Escape

She moved in ecstacy,
writhing with passion
His lips and teeth feeding
working their way like slugs
on her breasts...she shivered

She had to, must pretend
academy award performance
as she moaned like a porn star
Uggh...yes baby, deeper harder
she knew only sex made him sleep deep

He screamed his ejaculation
pumping her full
of warm unwanted seeds
He grew limp and started to snore
She looked into the mirror
on the ceiling

Her body full and ripe dotted
with cigarette burns
the thin scars of knives...teeth
Ten years of marriage to abuse
love turned to broken glasses

Packed and going, weeping blood
from thin razor cuts
she left the gas open in the kitchen
driving off, a single tear fell
for the woman she once was.

poet
ScarlettA
Scarlett_A
Thought Provoker
United States
5awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 2nd May 2014
Forum Posts: 24

Hate Fuck

I would have never touched him.    
I hated him.    
So why did you keep    
accusing me of fucking him.    
I would have never touched him.    
He cheats on his wife.    
He steals from his friends.    
He abandoned his daughter.    
You took your fist to my face,    
believing I let him    
crawl all over me.    
I would have never touched him.    
You threatened me with a blow torch,    
you sick son of a bitch.      
A restraining order and    
broken jaw later,    
I found him.    
I would have never touched him    
but instead;    
I sucked his dick for hours.    
Made him cum twice,    
before we left for the bar.    
He tied me up,    
while I begged    
him to tell me,    
that he hated me.    
He did and he did.    
He hate fucked me.    
Than I went    
straight to you    
and hate fucked you,    
with him still on my breath.    
I would have never touched him    
but I hate you.

poet
Imagining
Glynis
Fire of Insight
United States
8awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 270

Thank you Grace and Scarlett_A for those great entries!

Just hours left in this comp, if anyone else is welling to give it a go!

poet
mistlust
Lost Thinker
United States
  profile   poems   message
Joined 4th Dec 2010
Forum Posts: 1

 Hate = Sex entry

I hate you so much,
but I used to love you

I wanted you so bad,
now I can't stand you

You've fucked me so many times,
in more ways than one

Now cover your face so I can come

poet
Imagining
Glynis
Fire of Insight
United States
8awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 270

Thank you mistlust for your entry!


poet
PussyMonster
Clit Commander
Lost Thinker
Germany
  profile   poems   message
Joined 27th May 2014
Forum Posts: 9

The Harlot

She represented everything I despised, a junkie and a whore
The first time we met, I knew something wasn't right
But like a moth to a flame, I soon found myself irresistibly drawn to the fire in her eyes
She seemed uninterested, but I resolved to change all that
One way or another, I would fuck her that night
And through vodka and small talk, it didn't take me long
She forced herself onto me, and gave me a ride I won't soon forget
We tried different positions, and speeds, into the wee hours of the morning until finally, exhausted, we fell into a deep slumber
I'm not sure what I was thinking that next evening
But when she told me how she didn't have a place to stay at the moment,  I told her she could stay with me as long as she needed to
Just like that, my one-night stand soon turned into a long-term relationship in which I had nearly convinced myself I loved that which I hated.most

Go to page:
Go to: